"How can I move thee? Will no entreaties cause thee to turn a favourable
eye upon thy creature, who implores thy goodness and [compassion.]<compassion?> Believe me, Frankenstein: I was benevolent; my soul
glowed with love and humanity: but am I not alone, miserably alone? You,
my creator, abhor me; what hope can I gather from your fellow-creatures,
who owe me nothing? they spurn and hate me. The desert mountains and
dreary glaciers are my refuge. I have wandered here many days; the caves
of ice, which I only do not fear, are a dwelling to me, and the only one
which man does not grudge. These bleak skies I hail, for they are kinder
to me than your fellow-beings. If the multitude of mankind knew of my
existence, they would do as you do, and arm themselves for my destruction.
Shall I not then hate them who abhor me? I will keep no terms with my
enemies. I am miserable, and they shall share my wretchedness. Yet it is
in your power to recompense me, and deliver them from an evil which it
only remains for you to make so great, that not only you and your family,
but thousands of others, shall be swallowed up in the whirlwinds of its
rage. Let your compassion be moved, and do not disdain me. Listen to my
tale: when you have heard that, abandon or commiserate me, as you shall
judge that I deserve. But hear me. The guilty are allowed, by human laws,
bloody as they [may be]<are>, to speak in their own defence
before they are condemned. Listen to me, Frankenstein. You accuse me of
murder; and yet you would, with a satisfied conscience, destroy your own
creature. Oh, praise the eternal justice of man! Yet I ask you not to
spare me: listen to me; and then, if you can, and if you will, destroy the
work of your hands."

"Why do you call to my [remembrance circumstances]<remembrance," I rejoined, "circumstances,> of which I
shudder to reflect, that I have been the miserable origin and
author? Cursed be the day, abhorred devil, in which you first saw
light! Cursed (although I curse myself) be the hands that formed
you! You have made me wretched beyond expression. You have left
me no power to consider whether I am just to you, or not. Begone!
relieve me from the sight of your detested form."